That was... A bit of a curate's egg. All the people I spoke with were pleasingly mad, devastatingly intelligent and displayed a striking command of the sartorial wossname.
I've had enough though. I've been there lots and done it several times and now it's time to stop before 'See you at Whitby' becomes (any more of?) an excuse not to bother seeing people elsewhere.
Photos? Still on little tin-and-plastic reels. I'm so blasted retro I crap shillings. It's not like the interiors will come out or there'll be anything recognisable in the exteriors but buildings and pint glasses anyway...
... Other than that, words are mostly failing me. The car's going well and likes the exercise, so it would be a shame not to.
Oh. Yeah. Was completely stoked to be able to fit into things that I'd not worn for [mumble] (or indeed ever, in the one case) and manage not to look like a poorly-stuffed sausage. Also managed to peeve a pervy-camera bloke by repeatedly taking pictures of him.
I've had enough though. I've been there lots and done it several times and now it's time to stop before 'See you at Whitby' becomes (any more of?) an excuse not to bother seeing people elsewhere.
Photos? Still on little tin-and-plastic reels. I'm so blasted retro I crap shillings. It's not like the interiors will come out or there'll be anything recognisable in the exteriors but buildings and pint glasses anyway...
... Other than that, words are mostly failing me. The car's going well and likes the exercise, so it would be a shame not to.
Oh. Yeah. Was completely stoked to be able to fit into things that I'd not worn for [mumble] (or indeed ever, in the one case) and manage not to look like a poorly-stuffed sausage. Also managed to peeve a pervy-camera bloke by repeatedly taking pictures of him.